When Qi Ye was suppressing his displeasure, Huang Fu I was so shameless that he forked a bunch of sushi and stuffed it all into his mouth and took a big bite.

"It's delicious, especially sour radish. It's so strong to bite when it's sandwiched with rice. If you don't want to eat, give it to me."

His face was very dark, and Qi Ye stood up immediately, still carrying the box of sushi, and strode away.

"What's wrong with this man?" Huang Fu-yi lifted his lips and asked the woman beside him with a gentle smile.

"It's so delicious. I'll make it for you next time?" The woman looked...